I do all the things most men wish their lovers/girlfriends/wives/whatever would. We have amazing behind-closed-doors action. I care about your opinion, I dress up daily, I always look nice… for you. I wear dresses, heels, everything. I am cooperative, loyal, supportive, loving, and completely devoted to your every whim and need. I compromise myself for you, I gave up my home, my family, everything, to be with you. Yes, my home situation kind of sucks, but I love my dad dearly and I still cry after I talk to him because being away from him hurts. He’s an asshole, but I love him. That’s probably why I love you. I love your parents dearly, but it isn’t the same.
Why is that no matter what I do, nothing motivates you? Why is it that no matter how hard I try, nothing I say gets through? Are you really that ignorant? No. No one is that daft, not even a genius. Maybe if I put it into a mathematical theory on a big chalkboard… but, oh, wait, no. I can’t do that. Because I’m a normal person.
You are seriously pissing me off. Seriously. I am stressed, upset, and generally unhappy… yet I fall in to your every need. I worry about you, I take care of you even when I’m the one who is sick. I deal with your emotional detachment and ignorance. I ignore the times you hurt my feelings and yet pander and cuddle you when I say something that you somehow take as a deep insult. Anytime we argue, I give in, because I can’t stand to see you upset. Even if I’m the one who is upset, I will comfort you, and make everything okay again.
You have turned the girl everyone joked was secretly a ball-crushing dominatrix into a 40s housewife. I love you, I would do anything for you, and I don’t want anyone else. No, not even that guy who hit on me, or that other guy who stared at my boobs. I love that you are possessive, I am, too–but the constant thought that I am going to up and run away is annoying. Stop it.
I’m about to get out the leather whip and six inch heels and apply them to your balls. Do you remember what I was like when we met? I’m still that girl. I will eat your nuts for lunch.
Stop taking advantage of me, my kindess, my boobs, and my compromises. ASPIRE. MOVE FORWARD. Jesus Christ, show some effort and dedication to SOMETHING other than that damned, dead-end job from Hell. Step up and BE A MAN!
Or I will make you a eunuch.
Your fiancée who is currently rethinking her plan of surprising you with something from VS for the hotel room we will have this weekend.